Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1493 - 932: Foxes Are the Craftiest (Part 3)

That all points to this lazy fox's indulgence in comfort and pleasure.

He speaks with such reason, showing no leniency towards anyone.

Baili An, utterly exasperated: "I must ask, how many days have I been unconscious?"

Shu Ci replied without hesitation: "Seven days in total. You truly were quite unreliable, leaving us waiting for such a long time."

Baili An let out an angry laugh: "Seven days altogether? Every single Luminous Pearl I possess is a treasure worth a fortune, an entire bag of them, and you've squandered them all?"

"Not entirely," Shu Ci glanced at Baili An with contempt.

"Each of us possesses the cunning heart of a fox spirit; how could we possibly allow others to take advantage? We wouldn't end up like those fools in tales, only to be defrauded until they're left with empty pockets after seeking redemption.

We've managed to acquire some valuable items that others do not possess."

As she uttered these words, the Lord of Mohe, despite having the heart of a fox lacking true wisdom, conjured a trick.

From the sleeves of her coarse cloth attire, she unfurled several soft handkerchiefs.

Red, yellow, blue, green, and purple—every conceivable color was present.

It's highly probable that even the most infamous flower thief in the Capital City doesn't possess as many handkerchiefs as this foolish fox.

She piled these handkerchiefs into a heap and thrust them into Baili An's arms, stating: "Behold, all of these are yours. This quantity far surpasses your bag of pearls."

Could such a comparison even be made?

Baili An, irritated, flung the handkerchiefs in all directions: "I wager your brain is stuffed with chicken drumsticks!"

Shu Ci treated them with utmost care, repeatedly bending down to gather them: "Hey, hey? Don’t just toss them aside. These items are considered treasures by young ladies; common folk don't get their hands on them."

She treasured them as if they were divine gifts, tucking them into her sleeves, much like an elderly bachelor who, having suddenly gained favor with a celestial fairy, receives intimate silk handkerchiefs.

Who could fathom what sort of brainwashing this foolish fox had inflicted upon those brothel girls during the past seven days?

Was he truly desired by such an airheaded creature?

Baili An felt a twinge of discomfort in his liver, yet simultaneously found the situation rather amusing.

However, waking up within seven days was beyond Baili An's expectations. It seemed that during this period, this fox spirit had genuinely taken good care of him.

Despite being a troublemaker, having guarded him for an entire seven days, Baili An felt compelled to acknowledge this favor.

Observing the girl weeping uncontrollably on the ground, Baili An, feeling helpless, retrieved some Spirit Stones and distributed them among the brothel girls. This allowed those who wished to escape their current lives to gain their freedom.

As for those who preferred to continue their established profession, Baili An possessed no inclination to interfere unnecessarily.

Anle Workshop...

Initially, upon waking, Baili An's consciousness was hazy, but now he distinctly felt that the name held a certain familiarity.

Exiting the hall, Baili An sought out a private room and ordered a cup of Three-Stalk Tea, two servings of green-bodied cakes, and nine bowls of porridge.

Inhabitants of brothels typically favored alcohol; it was rare for someone to order tea.

Yet, this particular cup of Three-Stalk Tea was served with remarkable promptness.

The tea was delivered by a young man bearing a scar across his face.

His gait was somewhat uneven, suggesting a limp. Were it not for his naturally handsome features, finding employment in this establishment might have been challenging.

"The tea ordered by the esteemed guest. This cup of Three-Stalk Tea is from last night; it has grown slightly cold. Would you prefer to switch to green sparrow’s tongue?"

Baili An was aware that Anle Workshop did not stock green sparrow’s tongue.

He simply nodded and replied: "The cold tea is perfectly acceptable."

A flicker of understanding ignited in the eyes of the scar-faced youth. He then set down the tea, knelt, and offered a bow: "'Qingzhi' greets the benefactor. If the benefactor has any instructions, would you kindly convey them?"

Baili An had spent three years undergoing Soul Nourishment within the netherworld fire of the Nine Nethers, followed by three months of Body Refinement, during which he remained conscious.

It was also through the assistance of his senior brother, Jun He, that he had secretly established 'One Drop of Blood,' a faction within the Mortal World Demon Alliance.

Within 'One Drop of Blood,' every member abstained from using their real names, opting instead for unique code names.